Page 106 of Ridin' Free
We stood there for an indiscernible amount of time. He let me cry, soaking his chest in my tears, his patience and his tenderness more than I knew how to handle. When I finally started to calm down, he pressed one last kiss atop my head then began to let me go. I sniffled, lowering my chin, embarrassed of what I must have looked like after my crying fit. Ben didn’t miss a beat as he took me by the hand and led me inside. He shut the door behind us then guided me toward the living room where he snagged a discarded shirt from where it lay over the back of the couch.
Letting go of my hand, he butted a curled knuckle beneath my chin, lifting my face. He used the worn, cotton garment todry my cheeks and wipe underneath my nose. When he was finished, he tossed the shirt onto the floor and asked, “You hungry?”
I shook my headno.
“You sure? Cause I’m tellin’ you now—I’m takin’ you to bed, I’m strippin’ you naked, and chances are good we won’t come back out today. Hell—might be a week before I let you out of my sight.”
Truth be told, I couldn’t remember the last thing I ate, but food was the last thing on my mind. Pressing up onto my tiptoes, I reached for his shoulder with one hand, slipping my fingers up his neck and into his hair with my other, silently begging him to kiss me.
His mouth crashed down on mine a second later, his tongue plunging between my lips as I gasped in excitement. He groaned, and I swear I tasted it. Salty-sweet and perfect. I whimpered in reply, trying desperately to pull my body closer to his. Fuck—how I missed him. My whole body trembled with my need.
Benson broke our kiss just long enough to hoist me off my feet. He leaned down and grabbed hold of the back of my thighs, and I opened my legs, circling them around his waist as I clung to his shoulders. When he began to carry us toward the back of the house, he nipped at my bottom lip and licked it, making my sex clench.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he muttered into my mouth.
Reflexively, my limbs tightened around him as I whispered, “I was trying to find my way back to you every moment.”
“I know you were, baby.”
No sooner had we made it to his bedroom than he was tapping the side of my thigh, encouraging me to unlock my legs from around him. My feet hit the carpet, and the next thing I knew, my shirt was on the floor, my bra soon to follow.
He paused, taking a moment to palm my naked breasts. My hardened nipples rubbed against the palm of his warm, calloused hands, and I could feel my arousal as it began to leak out of me. I wanted to touch him. Ineededto taste him. To thank him. To show him.
Shaking with my impatience, I reached for the button of his jeans and freed it. When I had his fly open, I dove inside the denim and grasped hold of his hardening length. He squeezed my tits, freeing a soft grunt at my touch, and I knew it was time for me to make my next move.
He let me go as I dropped to my knees, yanking his pants down as I went. I then grabbed hold of the base of his glorious cock and took him into my mouth.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, burying his fingers in my hair.
I sucked him hard, swirling my tongue around his tip, and his hips jerked in response. This was for him, but he tasted likemine; and as he grew harder, I could feel my swollen pussy pulsing with desire—the warmth in the pit of my core on the verge of catching fire.
So lost in the pleasure of what I was doing, it took me by surprise when he yanked at my hair, pulling me away from him. He then bent over, slammed his mouth against mine, and kissed me hard and sloppy.
“Enough,” he all but growled, his lips still grazing mine. “I want you naked. I want your pussy on my mouth. I want you to ride this beard until all I can taste is you. Understood?”
His grip was so tight, my scalp tingled and I couldn’t move my head to nod my agreement. Instead, I whispered, “Yes.”
Grazing his nose down the side of mine, he replied, “Yes,who?”
I almost moaned as a shiver raced down my spine
“Yes, daddy.”
“That’a girl,” he breathed before he let me go.
As I stood and reached for the button at my shorts, he kicked his ankles free of his jeans and then knelt to help untie my boots. When we were both completely naked, he straightened, smacking my ass on his way to the bed. I turned and watched him stretch out atop his rumpled sheets, propping his head on his pillow before he looked my way expectantly.
Much as I wanted to climb him and mount his cock, I found myself craving the reward of obedience, and so I did as I was told.
I situated myself, my knees planted on either side of his pillow, my thighs straddling his head, and my center above his mouth. He reached up, gripped me at my waist, and forced me down lower, his impatience as recognizable as my own. With a gasp, I reached out and smacked my hands against the wall in front of me, having nothing else to grab for leverage. He dragged his hot, wet tongue slowly across my entrance, groaning all the while.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice rumbly and low. “Ride, baby.”
He didn’t have to tell me again. He flicked his tongue across my clit, and my hips moved as if they had a mind of their own. I was so turned on, so primed, it didn’t take long before I was grinding against him with fervor, completely unabashed, overcome with the sweetest sensation of bliss as my sex fluttered and pulsed at his command.
Breathless, I eased to a stop as the residual effects of what he’d given me began to take their course—but Benson wasn’t nearly done.
“Get down here, sparky. Put me inside you and give me that mouth—I want you to see how good you taste.”
